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Whare three lairds' lands met at a burn,
To dip her left sark-sleeve in,

Was bent that night.

Whyles owre a linn the burnie plays

As thro' the glen it wimpl't ;-
Whyles round a rocky scar it strays;

Whyles in a wiel it dimplit; Whyles glitter'd to the nightly rays,

Wi' bickering, dancing dazzle: Whyles cookit underneath the braes, Below the spreading hazel,

Unseen that night.


XXVI. Amang the brachens, on the brae,

Between her an' the moon, The deil, or else an outler quey, Gat

up gae a croon;
Poor Leezie's heart maist lap the hool;

Near lav'rock height she jumpit,
But mist a fit, an' in the pool
Out-owre the lugs she plumpit,

Wi' a plunge that night.

* Yon go out, one or more, for this is a social spell, to a south-running spring or rivulet, where three lairds’ lands meet,' and dip your left shirt sleeve. Go to bed in sight of a fire, and hang your wet sleeve before it to dry. Lie awake; and, some time near midnight, an apparition, having the exact figure of the grand object in question, will come and turn the sleeve, as ifto dry the other side of it.

- XXVII. In order, on the clean hearth-stane, The luggies three* are ranged,

are is ta’en, To see them duly changed ; Auld uncle Jokid, vha wedlock's joystwo -* :

Sin' Mar's-year did desire, Because he gat the toom-dish thrice; "He heav'd them on the fire

In wrath that night.

Wi' merry sangs, an' friendly cracks,

I wat they did na weary;
An' unco tales, an' funnie jokes,

Their sports were cheap an' cheery;
Till butter'd so'ns,t wi' fragraut lunt,

Set a' their gabs a-steerin; Syne wi' a social glass o' strunt, They parted aff careerin

Fu' blithe that night.

* Take three dishes: put clean water in one, foul water in another, leave the third empty: blindfold a person, and lead him to the hearth where the dishes are ranged , he or she) dips the left hand: if by chance in the clean water, the future husband or wife will come to the bar of matrimony a maid ; if in the foul, a widow ; if in the empty dish, it foretells, with equal certainty, no warriage at all. It is repeated three times, and every time the arrangement of the dishes is altered.

f Sowens, with butter instead of milk to them, is always the Halloween Supper.



AULD MARE MAGGIE, ®n giving her the accustomed Ripp of Corn to hansel in the Nero


A Guid New-year I wish thee Maggie !
Hae, there's a ripp to thy auld baggie :
Tho' thou's how-backit, now, an' knaggie,

I've seen the day,
Thou could hae gåen like onie skaggie

Oat-owre the lay.

Tho' now thou's dowie, stiff, an' crazy,
An’thy auld hide’s as white's a daisy,
I've seen thee dappl't, sleek, and glaizie,

A bonny gray :
He should been tight that daur't to raize thee,

Ance in a day.

Thou ance was i' the foremast rank,
A filly buirdly, steeve, an' swank,
An' set weel down a shapely shank,


As e'er tread yird ! An' could hae down out-ówre a stank,

Like onie bird.

It's now some nine-an-twenty year; Sin' thou was my guid father's meere ;. He gied me thee, o'tocher clear,

An' fifty mark;

Whare Burns has wrote, in rhyming blether,

Tam Samson's dead !

There low he lies, in lasting rest; Perhaps upon his mould'ring breast, Some spitefu' muirfowl bigs her nest,

To hatch an' breed; Alas! nae mair he'll them molest!

Tam Samson's dead!

When August winds the heather wave, And sportsmen wander by yon grave, Three volleys let his mem'ry crave

O' pouther an' lead,
Till Echo answer frae her

Tam Samson's dead!

Heav'n rest his saul, where'er he be !
Is th' wish o' mony mae than me:
He had twa faults, or may be three,

Yet what remead ?
Ae social, honest mån want we:

Tam Samson's dead!

TAM SAMSON's weel worn clay here lies,

Ye canting zealots, spare him!
If honest worth in heaven rise,

Ye'll mend, or ye win near him.

Go, Fame, and canter like a filly
Thro' a' the streets an' neuks o' Killie, *
Tell every social, honest billie

To cease his grievin,
For yet, unskaith'd by death's gleg gullie,

Tam Samson's livin.

Killie is a phrase the country-folks sometimes use for Kil. marnock,

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